All Chapters of The Lost Lycan Princess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

⸻Chapter One – The Girl Without a wolf The first howl came just after dawn.It echoed through the valley, deep and commanding, carrying over the towering pines that surrounded Blackridge Pack territory. Every wolf within miles paused, heads lifting instinctively toward the Alpha House perched on the cliff above.He was awake.Alpha Kael Ashwood. Twenty-eight years old. Six-foot-Six.The strongest Alpha Blackridge had seen in generations. Feared by enemies. Respected by allies. Worshipped by his pack.Kael was idolised by most of his pack, and the she wolves loved him, each day a new She wolf wanted to warm his bed. Who could blame them, he is Tall, tattooed head to toe, has piercing icy blue eyes, with midnight black hair. Yet none of that mattered when he stood alone on his balcony, staring into the endless forest.His wolf paced beneath his skin.Mate.The word had become torture.For ten years he’d watched wolves younger than him find their fated partners while his own bond rem

⸻ Chapter Three The Call of the Moon Six days. That was all Ivy could think about. Six days until her eighteenth birthday. Six days until she would finally know whether she belonged in Blackridge Pack… or nowhere at all. She tried to focus on her chores. She swept the orphanage floors. Collected eggs from the chickens. Helped bake bread at the bakery with Martha. But her thoughts wandered every few minutes. What if everyone was right? What if she wasn’t a werewolf? What if she wasn’t anything? ⸻ “Stop frowning.” Martha slid another loaf onto the wooden table. “You’ll scare the bread.” Ivy blinked. “The bread?” “It rises better around happy people.” Despite everything, Ivy laughed. “I don’t think that’s how bread works.” “It does in this kitchen.” Martha wiped flour from her hands before stepping closer. “You’ve been carrying the weight of next week for months.” “I can’t help it.” “I know.” The older woman gently tucked a loose curl behind Ivy’s ear. “But

⸻ Chapter Five Moonlit Promises Four days. The words echoed through Ivy’s mind as she adjusted the pale blue dress Martha had insisted she wear. “I haven’t worn a dress in years,” Ivy muttered, tugging at the sleeves. “Exactly why tonight is the perfect night.” Martha smiled as she fastened a silver ribbon around Ivy’s waist. The fabric wasn’t expensive. It wasn’t embroidered with jewels like the daughters of ranked wolves would wear. But it fit Ivy perfectly, bringing out the soft green of her eyes. For a moment, Martha’s smile faltered. She looked so much like… No. Not yet. “Beautiful,” Martha whispered. Ivy rolled her eyes. “You have to say that.” “I don’t.” “I look ridiculous.” “You look like a young woman.” Something about those words made Ivy strangely emotional. She hadn’t thought of herself as one before. Only… The orphan. ⸻ The village square had transformed beneath hundreds of glowing lanterns. Music drifted through the cool evening air. Children

⸻ Chapter Seven Two Days Two days. The words seemed to echo through every corner of Blackridge. Even those who didn’t know why felt the tension settling over the pack. The forest had grown unnaturally quiet. No birds greeted the sunrise. The deer no longer wandered near the village. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath. ⸻ Ivy woke before dawn. She hadn’t slept for more than a few hours. Every dream had been the same. Crystal halls. Silver banners. A woman with tear-filled eyes. A man whose voice broke every time he called her little moon. She sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her temples. “Who are you?” she whispered into the empty room. No answer came. Only the faint glow of moonlight spilling across her floor. Then… A soft knock. “Ivy?” Martha. “You awake?” “Come in.” The older woman entered carrying two steaming mugs. “I thought you might like some tea.” Ivy accepted it with a grateful smile. “You always know.” “I usually do.” They sat togethe

⸻ Chapter Nine The Last Sunset Tomorrow. By this time tomorrow, Ivy would either have a wolf… Or she never would. The thought should have terrified her. Instead, she felt… strangely peaceful. Not because her fears had disappeared. Because, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t facing them alone. ⸻ The orphanage buzzed with unusual excitement. Martha had been baking since sunrise. The scent of warm cinnamon, fresh bread and honey cakes drifted through every room. “You’ve made enough food to feed the whole pack,” Ivy laughed. “I know.” “We’re only celebrating my birthday.” “Nonsense.” Martha dusted flour from her apron. “We’re celebrating your life.” The words warmed Ivy more than the fire ever could. ⸻ A knock sounded at the front door. Before Ivy could answer it, the door burst open. Lila stepped inside carrying three large bundles. “I brought decorations!” She paused dramatically. “And presents.” Martha gasped. “You shouldn’t have.” “I absolutely s